I never thought being a rogue would be something I enjoyed this much. The wind flowing through my fur. Feeling the life leave my prey as I snap their pathetic necks. I even enjoy the feeling of the cold morning dew coating my silver fur every morning.

Sometimes I like to think back to the day I was rejected by my good—for—nothing mate; Damen. He was the coveted Alpha—to—be and I was just the Beta—to—be fat and ugly little sister. My brother, Jacob, pushed me away, it felt like being rejected all over again; twice in one day. Then there was that whore of a sister that I have. If I ever see her again I vow to snap her scrawny little neck. That was the worst day of my life. But in a weird way I'm glad that day happened. Without it, I would never have become what I am today. I would have never found the man who taught me everything he knew. And I would have never fulfilled my destiny.

I left.

I'm gone.

I'm happy now.

And now I am the most powerful creature in the woods.

My name is Cassidy Knightlock and This is my story.

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Let me take you back a year and a half ago.

It is my sixteenth birthday: where everything went wrong. The day I was finally able to find my mate.

I woke up like every other day. My room was dull; tan walls, four post beds, dresser, closet and mirror. The only plus to my old room was my own personal bathroom. I was the youngest of three and I was mommy's little girl. My mom knew everything about me because I didn't have any real friends. You see, everyone in the pack thought I was pathetic because I didn't turn out to be a female shifter like my older sister — Briella. I wouldn't want to be like her at all though; I think every boy and man of the pack's key has fit that lock, if you know what I mean.

In the werewolf world, it is rare to be a female shifter. This makes every single female shifter coveted by packs all over the world. In my pack, the Shadow Pack, we have three known female shifters. I say known because they don't know about a fourth; me. I learned to keep my scent hidden from the rest of the pack; I only smell like a non—shifter. The other three include the Luna of the pack, my whore of a sister, and a little four year old girl who is already figured out how special she is. Let's just say she is already a handful for her parents, I really don't envy them at all. The Luna is not as stuck up as the other two but she still walks around like a stick is stuck up her ass.

As I woke up that morning I picked out my favorite green plaid shirt, that accented my eyes, blue skinny jeans and grey vans. I even left my hair down for once instead of pinning it up in my usual messy bun. My red—brown hair hung down in its twisting natural curls. I had a streak of blond that ran down the left side of my hair, making it pop in the contrast with the red—brown. I applied a little bit of mascara to my already obnoxiously long eyelashes, and gave myself a once over. I knew I wasn't the prettiest of the pack. I had a little bit of fat around my stomach, I had the occasional zit, but my eyes always managed to stand out, in the best way. They were a striking green. My mom told me it was the color of the dewy grass in the early morning. I gathered all my school supplies and made my way downstairs to the kitchen.

As I arrived my mom pretty much tackled me into the ground.